The Candy Man Can

Friendly Local Witch

"We have a 10-31 on Somerset and Lucks. 10-32 and 10-99, we believe it to be members of the Factory, over."

Sirens blared. Helicopters shone their lights down on the streets from overhead. Police cars blocked off roads and warned civilians to stay away. 10:34 pm. 78 degrees Fahrenheit. New moon. A person in a motorcycle raced down the road, swerving between stopped cars, hopping up on the sidewalk, popping wheelies across the median strip. The motorcycle was decked out in shades of violet, the wheels glowing in a neon purple, as well as the handle grips and a few swirling designs along the sides. The person at the cycle wore a helmet in the same purple, the same lit up swirl designs along the side, their face hidden by a visor. People screamed as they ripped past, men pushing their wives or girlfriends out of the way of the screeching tires, others picking up crying toddlers and pulling them into the safety of an alcove or store. The rider clicked down on a lever next to the kickstand with the heel of the boot that went up to their knees, and turned, leveling a rifle up towards the sky and shooting with precise accuracy at the operator of one of the three helicopters, while the motorcycle drove on by itself without them, dodging things in its way. The helicopter suddenly toppled and swerved, as the now dead pilot sat limp at the chair, and the snipers inside tried their best to steer to safety. They landed with a spine-chilling explosion in the middle of the park. None of them survived. The neon motorcycle rider frowned softly under their helmet.

They turned back to the rode and threw the rifle over their shoulder, a strap on it keeping it on their back like a musician would carry their guitar. They grabbed hold of the handles and revved, speeding down the road. Another click of the lever, a nitro boost sped them along the median strip, the tires screeching at a sudden turn down an alley. The rider seemed reckless, but they knew exactly what they were doing. They had two objectives: lose and/or shoot out the other two helicopters, and meet with this heist's top priority accomplice. Circuit was the one with 70% of the money in her paws, after all. And the Candy Man would not be having a first-timer getting away with it all.

They raced through the sprawling maze of tall, grubby, hopelessly dilapidated back alleyways. With yet another click of the lever, all of the lights on their person as well as the motorcycle flipped off, and the engine of the cycle went mysteriously silent despite still chugging along amazingly fast. At the back of Angelo's was their meeting point, the citywide famous Italian restaurant, and Jacqueline "The Candy Man" Dohrman was steadily approaching such destination.

Snaps

Screeching tires and pumping adrenaline, Circuit's heart was beating so hard against her chest that it rang in her ears. She was blinded by the rush, the blaring sirens and bright search lights were nothing but background noise as the tires of her motorcycle screeched against the roughly paved city streets, away from the scene of the crime she raced. Down back streets and backwoods alley ways, a smug grin curling onto her face as the sounds of sirens and whirring helicopters faded into the sound track of the noisy city. She had gotten away, she could nearly taste the victory of completing her first heist alone with the candy man themselves. But she wouldn't know if they were completely out of the clear until she reached the designated meeting place. She rolled through the back streets at a speed probably faster than necessary, no one was hot on her tail. All thanks to Jack diverting them away, via where all the chaos was ensuing in the middle of rush hour.

She turned sharp curves and popped wheelies through tight alley ways on her sleek black bike, matte black with bright green detailing. Certain touches of green nearly glowing with a mysterious green light. Her helmet was of a similar color, black down to the tinted visor with green mystical swirls on the helmet itself. As she zipped through the streets her unbuttoned button up shirt flowed behind her, and the rolled sleeves were shifted even farther up her slender arms as the wind from her speed rustled nearly everything in her wake. She would have passed right by the spot if she hadn't caught the eyeful of sleek purple that could be no other than the candy many stopped there. So she slammed on her breaks, causing tires to screech and her bike to skid to a stop.

A successful heist. Penelope "Circuit" Jones wasn't sure if she had ever felt more proud of herself in this moment than she had in her entire twenty one years of life than she was in that moment. She effectively pushed down the kick stand as she hopped of her bike, the duffle full of the cash slung over her shoulder and a slightly grin was curled onto her face as she pulled off her helmet. Shaking her head slightly to set her short, pixie cut dark brown hair back into place as she looked over towards the other.

Friendly Local Witch

That certainly didn't take long. But, hey, it's the girl's first heist with the boss themselves. Jack smirks a bit to herself and scoffs, amused, as the green-tinted cycle approaches. Its tires shriek against the pavement as Circuit skids to a stop in front of her. Jack leans against the seat of her motorcycle, arms crossed over her broad, flat chest, assuming the habitual proud, tall posture she'd been taught to take, as tempting as popping her hip out was. She was supposed to be, at best, a man, and at worst, some sort of genderless nonhuman, so you have to keep that image up at all times. Especially in front of co-workers.

"Knew you wouldn't fail me," Jack said, nodding in her direction. A device in her helmet picked up on her voice, disguised it by making it deeper, and sent it back out again through a little circular speaker at the front where her mouth was; it could easily be mistaken for a few simple holes punctured through the front for easier breathing. She didn't move, staying right in her spot, expecting Circuit to approach her with the bag.

Snaps

Circuit was anxious and pumping with adrenaline, so naturally she would speed towards her destination as timely as possible. She wanted to deliver the money to the Candy Man the fastest she could, not wanting to make them wait all to long. She shut of the engines of her cycle as she hopped off. She moved towards Jack, with one hand shifting the duffle slug over he shoulder and the other running briefly through her hair. She glanced up at them as she walked towards them.

"Of course I wouldn't, Boss." Circuit responded with a subtle smirk, pulling the bag off her shoulders and offering it to Jack as she stopped, standing in in front of them.